Friday, February 14, 2014

Justice League: More than laffs

Still my favourite Justice League ever, because it's the only one that feels like it has actual human beings in it...

Justice League Awesome
Originally posted March 18, 2012

It’s always a little bit disappointing when the Giffen-DeMatteis-Maguire-Hughes-Templeton-Medley-Hefler Justice League is written off as all jokes, no feeling - because you can get so much more out of it than the bwah-ha-ha’s.

There is no denying that it could sometimes be a sublimely goofy comic, but it’s easy to forget that after years of terribly serious Justice League comics (that came to a dead end in Detroit, it was a welcome change of pace to have a few laughs at that time.

Especially when the 60 issues of Justice League/International/America – published between May 1987 and March 1992 – were crafted by creators with impeccable comic timing, an occasionally sublime depiction of exaggerated body language and some terrific banter.

Whether it was Mister Miracle's embarrassment after he came crashing through every floor of the Justice League embassy after assuming the roof could take the weight of the League's transport, or Guy’s adoration of General Glory, or the ongoing humiliations of poor old Blue Beetle, or the infamous 'one punch', or Kooeykooeykooey kurrency, or the skill of the punch-line set-ups that filled almost every issue, there were plenty of chuckles to be found.

But those laughs were more than just light relief - they humanised these four-colour superheroes in new and different ways. If you laughed along with Booster Gold, you ended up genuinely caring for Booster Gold. This version of the Justice League is still loved and enjoyed by many comic readers, and not just because it made them laugh, but because it made them care.

Born out of Legends,
another fairly dire mega-crossover, Justice League International quickly found
its own feet as a quirky, charming and occasionally dead serious superhero
comic somewhere in the late 1980s. Rising from the ruins of the Detroit League,
who were all systemically and heartlessly wiped out by mad old Professor Ivo,
it brought together a group of DC heroes that managed to seem both entirely
random and meticulously planned.

There were the standard
old faces like Batman and the Martian Manhunter, some new characters to the
League like Blue Beetle (recently arrived from Earth Charlton), Mister Miracle,
Guy Gardner and Booster Gold; and a mix of both with the all new-all different
Doctor Light & Black Canary, and Captain Marvel.

The series started off
as a typically earnest and surprisingly silly late eighties super-comic, with
the team taking on nuclear terrorism and the Royal Flush Gang, but under Giffen
and DeMatteis' guiding hands, it quickly became something else. 'Moving Day' in
issue eight helped set the template for the rest of the series, with the
creators - and readers - having just as much fun with an issue focused on the
heroes moving into their new headquarters as they would with another
supervillan punch-up.

Not that there was any
shortage of punching, with even team members often taking a swing at each
other, but it was the quiet issues of Justice League, in-between the big
battles, that gave the book most of its charm. Things approaching tenderness
and genuine feeling could be found here, like the oddly
touching sweetness of the Guy/Ice relationship, or moments where good friends
were mourned.

But while it was undeniably goofy and arguably moving, it
could also be deadly serious, and racked up a horribly high body count for a
series remembered mainly for its giggling fits – entire villages of innocent
Europeans were wiped out, Despero suddenly became some sort of avatar of
homicide and slaughtered a hero’s family, and a street thug corrupted by an
Apokalyptic mega-rod murdered dozens of his friends and even more policemen.

All that grimness was made darker by the lightness of
other moments, and gave everything some context.

And it wasn’t just a case of goofy or grim, this Justice
League worked on a number of interesting levels - some of the Biayalan mind
control moments were truly disturbing, and the first Grey Man’s mission to
de-saturate the world took an unexpected emotional term when he actually got
what he wanted, as Giffen's mad ideas medlded perfectly with DeMatteis' humanism to create something new.

All of this was rendered by a cracking art team, with the
usual brilliance of Magurie replaced by the lovely flowing lines of Adam Hughes.
Linda Medley did some lovely work in the last couple of years, names like Mike
McKone started to pop up, and there were interesting efforts from some slightly
unexpected artists like Trevor Von Eeden or Kyle Baker.

This high quality of art is one of the signs of the
brilliant work of editor Andy Helfer – the great unsung hero of this particular
slice of comic history. As well as picking the right artists for the right
story, Helfer also knew how to balance out the light and dark stories, and, most
importantly, knew when to cut back on all that fabled dialogue.

His ruthless cutting pruned out a lot of it, and you
only have to look at the new efforts by Giffen, DeMatteis and Maguire that came
out in ‘03 and ‘05, where the stories started staggering under the weight of their own
cleverness, with no editor willing to tell these comic legends that they need
to wipe out at least half of their precious dialogue.

Not that it was all perfect in the eighties and very early nineties – A lot of the gags just got too repetitive, the whole General
Glory thing was a good one-issue laugh, but not a whole arc of its own; a lot of the
gags just got too repetitive; the extension of the comic into those
quarterly issues showed that a Mr Nebula story might be bloody funny for 22
pages, but an 80-pager was asking a bit much, and a lot of the gags just got too repetitive.

And some G'Nort - and I ALWAYS love to see G'Nort in a comic - was always a bit too much G'Nort....

But even with all its faults, this Justice League still
has its own style that make sit endlessly enjoyable. The DC Universe was an interesting place during these years
it ran, where superhero comics were changing into their adolescent phase, and
willing to try anything.

By the time Justice League #1
debuted, the DC Universe had got far enough past the Crisis on Infinite Earths
to have complexity, without becoming convoluted, while it was also a period
where individual point of views from creators actually seemed more important
than corporate visions, (a status quo that lasted for at least a couple of
years before the monetary-based status quo slotted back into place).

So this was a comic that could have desperate battles to
save the world rubbing up against off-kilter appearances by Darkseid (chilling
with a cup of tea and a copy of Mein Kamf), or a night out on the town with
G’Nort and Kilowog.

The surprising success of this style and tone invariably
seeped into the wider DCV universe – this Justice league led the way into
Invasion, still one of the most creatively successful crossover events, and the
bantering dialogue suddenly appeared in all sorts of DC books.

This kind of bickering banter did feel new and
interesting at the time. This style was well established in TV sitcoms, but
rarely appeared in superhero comics, and under the right hands, it turned out
to be a very neat fit.
It might not have been for everyone, especially when comic
readers were used to heroes showing their emotions by the way they put their hands on their
hips.

The endless banter even got the better of some characters, with both
Hawkman and Booster Gold unable to take it any more at different points, the characters
speaking for readers who were upset that this wasn’t “their” Justice League,
who still longed for the days of posing and gritted teeth, and just weren’t
comfortable with an angst-free superhero.

But the great thing about super heroes is that there is
plenty of room for all sorts of interpretations, and the Justice League’s mixture of utter seriousness and utter
silliness meant that over that five years, anything was possible, including the
ability to care about these super people.

This was the most amazing fact about this incarnation of
the League - even though he was an insensitive and boorish jerk, you actually
liked Guy Gardner, or you cared about Blue Beetle’s waistline, or you wanted
Booster come back to the team – where he belonged.

All that affection for that period of the Justice League
has been strip-mined away in the years since, blown away for cheap shocks and
idiotic reboots, with the most obvious use when Max Lord was revealed a master
villain in a black polo shirt, callously gunning down poor ol’ Ted Kord.

Turning Max into a dull supervillian was supposed to be
some great, clever twist, but it just made me feel like a fool, because like
all the DC superheroes, I actually gave a shit when Max was shot and nearly
killed in Breakdowns.

He sure fooled me, and it can’t help but retroactively
tarnish the original stories.
There have been periodic attempts to rehabilitate the characters that appeared in this Justice League run, and tap into any of that fondness that may still exist in current readers.

Unsurprisingly, the most successful were the (still-flawed) I can’t Believe it’s Not The Justice League and Formerly Known as the Justice League, but any other attempt to integrate these more light-hearted characters into the dark and moaning normal DC universe in the past decade are doomed to failure.

There is no place for a light touch here.
(This includes the current New 52 effort by Dan Jurgens, which misses the point of all those original stories with spectacular cluelessness, but which shouldn’t come as much of a surprise, with the same writer leeching most of the fun out of the Justice League as soon as Giffen and DeMatteis were done, nearly 20 years ago.)

I came late to the JLI. Even though I got the first issue
when it was brand new, and picked up the random issue every now and again, I didn’t
start getting it every month until the last year of the run, and almost all of
my collection was collected out of back issue bins.

It took nearly a decade to fill those gaps (and even now, I’m short a couple of issues of the Justice League Europe), and I’ve
never been tempted to get rid of any of this issues in the periodic purges of my superhero comics.

Because these Justice League comics still make me laugh, and they still
make me care about the characters. Two decades after they first started
bwah-ha-ha-ing, these comics have stood the test of time with humour and humanity.

1 comment:

Anonymous
said...

Really good article. Definitely brought back a lot of fond memories. I know you touched on it in passing, but the scene with Amanda Waller attempting to undo Blue Beetles' brainwashing, and his resulting seizure and coma was one of the most chilling things my then-teenaged self had read in a super-hero comic up til then. It's still disquieting after all these years.